"healig" poems
You are the perfect spring night
The warm feeling in my heart
The white flower in my yard
Stunning, perfect, timeless.
Standing still
Oh so still my dear
Do I have to kneel down?
Won't you jump up into my arms?
Shiver down my spine
So sweet, so cold
Like ice, running through these rotting veins
Healig all the scars, healing all the pain
Nothing like a pure heart
Speaking through big bright eyes
Bringing light to the dark
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC